THE DOOR
(Elena's POV)
Sofia was standing at the end of the corridor in her scrubs with a folder pressed flat against her chest.
"Don't say anything," she said. "Just come here."
She walked me past the family room where Damian was still sitting with his phone, and turned me into the stairwell, and closed the door behind us.
"Mia's file has been opened four times in fourteen days," she said. "Off-site. Two different staff IDs, and both of them belong to people who work days."
"Who?"
"They logged in from a terminal on floor two. Next to the cafeteria exit."
There's no way to lock a door that four hundred people walk past.
"Did they print anything?"
"One page. It was a discharge summary for a patient named Sarah."
I looked at the wall for a minute.
"Thank you," I said.
"Elena."
